Forced to call home

A room without comfort

Sitting in a chair all day becomes less and less comfortable

Do they ever move or talk or laugh?

I walk into a room filled with dead expressions

Emotionless

Blank stares into space

What else is there to do?

Their brains and bodies no longer connect

You speak praying to hear a response

The look returned is utter confusion

Do they even know who you are?

One day is hard enough

I cannot imagine the pain of my nana

She returns each day

With my papa she'll always stay